When he woke up from a nap, Yang Jue yawned, got up and pushed open the window. Outside, there is a faction of spring and Jingming, which is very peaceful. He poked his head out, enjoying the peace he hadn't seen for a long time.

After days of rain, it finally cleared, and the mountain of official business was completed.

The days are finally back to the way they used to be.

But why, even though the sun is shining warmly on his face, his mood still can't get better?

Yang Jue looked at the trees in the atrium, and the more he looked at it, the more upset he became.

The green shoots are new, the branches and leaves are stretched, such a calm and ordinary picture makes him uncomfortable. Is he sick? After dealing with official business day and night, he was finally tortured by the old man?

What bullshit.

If he goes on like this, I'm afraid he will be exhausted to death before he sits on that chair.

Yang Jue closed his eyes with a headache.

He wants to nourish his spirits.

Only when you have enough spirit can you have the strength to continue to boil up.

On the day he became emperor, the first thing he had to do was to cut down the dwarf that the old man kept beside him. That ugly thing, the fox and the tiger, have to pretend every time I see him, it's really disgusting.

Yang Jue closed the window with a "snap".

"What time is it?"

He asked.

Immediately, the bead curtain sounded, and someone bent down and came in and replied, "Your Highness, it will be time to apply." ”

Yang Jue frowned: "I've slept for so long." Turning his head, as if remembering something, his tone changed slightly, and he suddenly asked, "Is Huo Dugong here?"

The person in front of the curtain seemed to bend his waist even lower: "Back to Your Highness, it has been a quarter of an hour since Huo Dugong came." ”

When Yang Jue heard this, his face turned cold: "A quarter of an hour, why didn't you call me?"

The person who replied lowered his head and did not dare to speak out.

Yang Jue lifted the bead curtain and strode out.

He was in a worse mood.

So much so that when Huo Linchun saw his face, he stood up straight.

Yang Jue looked a little happier: "What are you doing with such restraint, sit down and talk." ”

Huo Linchun sat down as he said and asked carefully: "Your Highness doesn't sleep well?" This sixth highness has a cloudy temper and moody mood, but he is always punctual. He came this time not too early or late, but he didn't expect Yang Jue to be still resting.

This situation is unusual.

Huo Linchun felt a little worried in his heart.

Among Emperor Jianyang's sons, Yang Jue is the most eccentric and the most difficult to get along with.

A few years have passed, and he still can't figure out the teenager in front of him.

It was only when the words were asked, and Huo Linchun regretted it.

What does he do to care if Yang Jue sleeps well or not? What does it have to do with him? He is not in front of Yang Jue now, and he is not waiting in close quarters in front of Yang Jue, so it is not good to leave when he has something to say, and it is not good to settle down?

It's confusing.

Huo Linchun lowered his head to eat tea, and regretted that he couldn't even taste what tea tasted like.

Yang Jue, who was gloomy on the other side, listened to his question, but replied seriously: "It's true that I don't sleep well." You say, should I call a doctor to take a look?"

Huo Linchun nodded and agreed: "Let the imperial doctor prescribe two prescriptions to calm the nerves and eat them, it must be fine." ”

Yang Jue also nodded.

And in a moment, all those who were waiting withdrew.

Yang Jue asked about business.

At this time, he does look like a prince. Talking and acting are all full of the word "expensive". Those things that only royal children can enjoy, are deeply imprinted in his flesh and blood.

Deep in Huo Linchun's heart, there was a faint envy.

The emotions that shouldn't have appeared, surging and roaring, gradually turned into embarrassment.

He clearly realized that his life was over the day he entered the palace.

It's just that he is unwilling and doesn't want to accept his fate.

What about the eunuchs.

At least he's alive.

And the children who struggled with him to survive have long since died. He just wants to live, even if he loses his dignity and the future, he still wants to live.

But this kind of embarrassment always popped up from time to time, reminding him again and again what he had lost.

The life he imagined when he was young would never come true.

The worldly warmth that the hungry orphan wanted had been exchanged for a chance to live.

It's a dream to grow up peacefully, marry a wife and have children.

That young and stupid Huo Linchun must have never imagined that he could have countless women and countless "children" now.

All of this seems to be more beautiful than a dream.

It's a pity that the bubble-like dream bursts when you poke it.

None of the women would have fallen in love with him, and none of the children, kneeling at his feet, would call him father, but none of them would really look at him as a man.

It's all foam.

I can't help but face it with the slightest sobriety.

The tea in my hand gradually cooled.

The envy and jealousy in Huo Linchun's heart, after boiling, gradually cooled down.

He has reported all the things that should be reported.

Yang Jue listened and thought about it, and suddenly said: "Some time ago, I heard that the holy decree of marriage was passed on by you in person?"

Huo Linchun was stunned for a moment, came back to his senses, and pondered: "After all, it's Jing Ningbo's daughters......

"This kind of thing, just leave it to the palm print, why let a busy person like you do it. Yang Jue didn't wait for him to finish, and said to himself, "Father is really the emperor, Jing Ningbo didn't want to marry his daughter when he was alive, and he remembered it as soon as he died." ”

Huo Linchun laughed dryly twice when he heard this.

How dare he take this kind of thing.

The six princes are really different.

Among Emperor Jianyang's children, I'm afraid there is no second person who dares to speak like this.

Huo Linchun was like sitting on pins and needles, and he couldn't wait to leave immediately.

But Yang Jue ate half a cup of tea, and was still talking, with a posture of wanting to chat with him about family life.

The family life of the six princes Yang Jue, where does he Huo Linchun dare to talk?

He began to rack his brains to figure out what to do, trying to find a reason why Yang Jue couldn't keep him. But before he could think of it, he heard strange words from Yang Jue's mouth first.

Yang Jue sat upright on the chair and asked with a serious face: "Huo Dugong, Jing Ningbo's daughter was born beautifully, right?"

Huo Linchun sat stiffly, and said, "Your Highness also knows that Jing Ningbo is a beautiful man, and his daughter is naturally not bad." ”

When Yang Jue heard this, he suddenly laughed.

The boyishness appeared on his face, and he looked really bright and handsome.

"The second girl, Qi Ying, is the most beautiful, isn't she?"

Huo Linchun answered.

Yang Jue got up abruptly and walked to his side, stretched out his hand and pressed his shoulder hard: "Huo Dugong is used to seeing beauties like this, and he thinks it is beautiful, so it must be really beautiful like a fairy." ”

"I didn't expect my father to pick such a beauty for me......" Yang Jue laughed twice, stared into his eyes and said, "Huo Dugong looked at her, is he also a little moved?"

Huo Linchun breathed lightly: "Your Highness is laughing......"

"I'm not joking. Yang Jue let go of his hand and stood up straight, with an indifferent look on his face, "But a woman, if she likes it, why not give it to you." ”